My son has just arrived at the all-important point in his development where he can describe his dreams. It’s pretty awesome. Want to hear one? Last night he dreamt he had a different mother, and that he was chasing her down the street. Sounds absolutely terrifying, but he was pretty amused and, dare I say, proud of himself for dreaming this up all by himself.*
*Update 1: Alright, so the whole dream telling thing lasted for about 5 days. He does, however, know all about the days of the week and has finally accepted turkey kielbasa into his life.